#imagine-darksiders

[trek-tracks]

Come on, Spock, what mysterious relative is it this time?

[judecopeart]

Fanart for the newest chapter of @imagine-darksiders's On The Ropes because it made me go crazyyyyyyy

[justelilopez]

l've been imagining how @imagine-darksiders ‘s anarchy scp would react if reader was on their period, picture this:

They've assigned you cleaning duties for the third time in a row this week, mind you it's only Wednesday. As you walk through the door you confirm your suspicions, water has been splashed through the whole damn containing unit, deeming it as a safety hazard.

As you bring out the mop and bucket from the side closet you can only grumble about the big dork who clearly wanted some entertainment, hence why you are here. With a final sigh and slumped shoulders you start making your way to the nearest puddle trying to keep your mind occupied from the pain that gnaws your insides.

You can hear his thunderous footsteps before you see his shadow casting all over you. Feeling comfortable enough you give him a dismissive wave of acknowledgement, he in return blows puffs of hot air into your hair and pushes his nose into your palm before you can put it down. You give him a dopey smile and greet him, "Hey big guy!" He makes a rumbling pleased sound that shakes your body to its core.

After standing there just staring at you for a few minutes, all of a sudden he makes a sound akin to something between a snore and a grunt and shakes his massive head. You blink perplexed and when your eyes meet his you suddenly feel the same way you did the first time you met him. His eyes were filled with the same glint you've seen on predators on tv. His whole demeanor and posture had changed, he had tucked his front limbs as low as possible and as you were studying him you couldn't help letting your eyes wander all the way up to the tip of his tail that now stranded far taller and more threatening than normal.

You slowly put down the mop, as you stepped up again you then try to slowly inch yourself closer to the exit door without taking your eyes of him. But he seemed to not make a move towards you, he just keep staring at you taking deep breaths and sniffing the air as if a particular scent had catched its attention. Distracted by fear, you accidentally stepped on one of the puddles. As small as the splash was that seemed to be loud enough to get the beast to start taking slow but determined steps towards you.

Trying not to panic you finally turn around and start speedwalking as fast as you could without actually running because you knew you could never outrun him. As you went around most of the puddles you started begging the scientist to let you out, but they were more curious in its sudden apparent hostility towards you. After all you had been interacting with it for at least a month now and it seemed like it had almost taken a liking to you. They checked their notes and, ah of course! They hadn’t notice that your biology had doomed you with the scent of blood all over you! A shame really but alas they always had more test subjects at their disposal.

Down in the containing unit you had almost reached the exit when you were stopped dead in your tracks when a large cannon dropped from above shaking the whole ground and caving deep cracks in the ground. It blocked your way and you had no other choice but to turn around to try to run the other way and that plan ended up in the exact same way your first one did. It had put down its other hand in the middle of your path and ended up basically engulfing you with its whole body, leaving you with your back against the wall.

You couldn't help but close your eyes and just think about how foolish you were for thinking that maybe you could live an almost happy life in a place like this, that maybe you could be friends with the monsters that inhabit this hellscape. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a slight tug on the front of your shirt making your whole face scrunch up in fear. But a few seconds after you felt a second tug now just below the first. Then a third but still no pain whatsoever and that made you curious enough to peek one eye open.

As the ringing in your ears decreased and you came back to reality you started noticing the almost urgent chuffs directed towards you as it surprisingly kept gently nibbling your clothes. Its agitation seemed to grow as he pushed the side of its head and rubbed it on you making you squeal in alarm. That made him finally stop as he eyed you closely studying you from left to right.

For a moment the golden of his eyes seemed to glow brighter as your worst fear unraveled in front of your eyes, you only had a moment to blink as the creature opened his giant maw towards you. You screeched in terror as your legs gave up on you.

But the pain never came, not from teeth nor from the fall. There was however a slight uncomfortable feeling in the front of your neck, but in your panic you could only hold onto the collarbone of your shirt. As your feet left the ground, you felt as if you were a ragdoll swinging gently from side to side.

After just an hour or so another “employee” was sent to the containing unit with only a mop in hand and a heart full of fear. He was quite literally shaking in his boots as he started working with the outer puddles while trying to avoid eye contact from the very thing that was trapped in here.

Stuffed in between the cannon and arm of the SCP, you had tried to get out of his grip multiple times but without failing once he would squeeze you tighter and shuffle you around back into your original sitting position. After a while the poor guy tried to tiptoe towards the last puddles near you two, but outright bolted towards the door when the SCP pointed his cannon at them and let a warning growl bellow from his throat. When he had finished most of the puddles the guy was finally let out, in return the beast let out a happy rumble and went back to nuzzle your face. For you the silver lining in this whole ordeal was that the natural heat from their body kept your cramps at bay. But let’s just hope the scientists will be kind enough to bring your dinner here because you don’t think you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.

Thank you for reading guys! And just in case you did read it I want to thank you Eleanor, for inspiring me with your art and stories! I hadn’t written something like this in such a long time so I wanted to thank you for all the wonderful things you create!

P.s. Sorry for any error in the grammar or spelling but English is not my first language still if you see any of them please feel free to leave them in the comments!

[scribbiesan]

Hey, @imagine-darksiders

Not truly sure if you enjoy fanart of your stories, but what the hell, imma do it anyway. It’s slightly different from the museum scene with the kids in Haven  (which by the way y’all should DEFINITELY read it’s gorgeous. I set a link to it.) but I did try my best.

It’s still getting fleshed out, and I’ve gotta outline, color, and do a quick background, but here’s the work so far!

I hope you don’t mind me taking some inspiration from your own design for Ulthane, bc honestly, the Maker is fine af in your style. I love this giant of a Tired Dad™️ with the massive hammer. 

Anywho, hope you enjoy, and I’ll be getting it done sometime soon!

~Toodles!

[imagine-darksiders]

Fury: You know, you’re pretty fucking annoying, Envy.

Envy: Whatever. Shut up.

—— [later]

Envy: Omg, she called me pretty!!!

[darksiderssin]

So I’m looking through the Darksiders tag on DeviantArt, as I’m wont to do, and look what I find. @imagine-darksiders Ellie has made amazing progress I must say. GOOD JOB ELLE

@reapergraves666 I’m not sure why you’re showing me this without talking to her first, but yes, Ellie has come quite a way! :D

[tales-unique]

Shout out to @imagine-darksiders for having such amazing content! Go praise thy senpai as they should be praised!  (~  ≧ 3≦)~

[darksiders-scenarios]

@the-assassin-with-scythes asked me to write a scenario based on this @imagine-darksiders drawing. xD

You were leaning against the door frame that led out into your backyard. Under the street lights and fading light of the twilight sky, your horseman companion was hunched on the ground with his back turned to you. Craning your neck further for better inspection, you noticed that his right arm was moving in a similar motion to tracing a pattern. He was muttering something, or grumbling more accurately as his attention seemed fixated on a particular spot below him. You stepped outside, leaves crunching softly beneath your slippers as you approached him.

He didn't look over his shoulder to acknowledge your presence, nor did he react when you draped an arm over his left shoulder and leant your entire weight against his upper arm. You weren't wrong about the patterns as he continued to trace more squiggles into the soil.

"Hey Death," you started, resting a free arm across his forearm that was rested onto his propped knee. "What're you doing?"

He still didn't look at you when he answered, "Drawing up a rough plan," your eyes followed the way his index finger traced a series of varying shapes and sizes. "I just need to make a few additions to my home," he added after a pause. Through the corner of your eye, you noticed that his own eyes were so narrowed they almost seemed closed, if not for the bright amber hue that seeped under his lashes.

"W-w-wait!" you spluttered, tearing your gaze from the designs to the side of his mask. "You're building extra rooms…" your eyes widened when it dawned on you his implication, "…in your home…," at this time point, Death had turned his face to meet your excited gaze, "…for me?" you finished, a flush creeping up your face.

Death simply cocked his head at you, as if to say 'what's the big deal?' "Well, yes," he stated casually, almost too casually that you felt your heart race. His simple affirmation can almost be likened to being handed a VIP invitation to an important event, but better, much much better!

"I assume you're going to be visiting and I know how much humans like their own spac-" he suddenly broke off and you felt a heavy weight drop to the base of your stomach. Was he changing his mind? You held your breath in anticipation before he carried on, "…Is that an odd thing to do?"

The corner of your lips twitched before you gave in to a silly lopsided grin, that quickly transformed into a full-blown giggle. Of all the- this was not what you've expected to hear. How long has he even been planning this without your knowledge? Wiping away stray tears, you saw his eyes narrow before attempting to draw his head away, as if offended, but you quickly remedied that by wrapping your arm around the back of his head, fingers tangling through his thick strands and nudging him to close the distance again until your forehead touched his mask. "No," you murmured, "that’s probably the kindest thing that anyone has ever done for me…" Still smiling broadly, you proceeded to plant a soft peck on the side of his face cover, not missing the way his eyes widened so much the upper part of the mask shifted slightly.

"Thank you, Death," you breathed earnestly as you stared into his golden eyes, wishing so desperately that he could see the truth reflected in yours.